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All these days in the life |
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Or anything to care for |
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There's just not enough time |
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To elevate your mind |
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And clear up all the lies |
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You see the ... key |
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To all the powers of ... |
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They can move secretly |
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So if you let them conceal |
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Whatever is to deal |
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Behind the smile and handshakes |
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I have a flat earth spinning like a cold hologram |
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Because they came when they saw me push ... down |
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These people dying of anger |
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And someone let science reigns |
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And feel a mambo-jambo |
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Who made who ? What to do ? |
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Does anyone have a clue ? |
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Is any one really open ? |
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When competition is key, ............. |
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It seems that truth doesn't matter |
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Someone ....................... |
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Would be a fear of above |
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That never lets it shine through |
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I have a flat earth spinning like a cold hologram |
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Because they came when they saw me push ... down |
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Simple feelings they can't getting away |
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Like opening insecurities |
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In a way I'm really getting some way |
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To resold, I guess I'm moving slow |
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So slow |
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I have a flat earth spinning like a cold hologram |
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Because they came when they saw me push ... down |
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